I am frustration
Maybe you are, too
It is so painful
To always be refused
But when I say I wouldn't miss you
I am wrong
I have been waiting
Waiting for a clue
It has gotten so waiting
Is all I seem to do
You can come to me and
I wouldn't mind
You can correct me when I am wrong
It is inevitable
Like the fall from the ages
Of Etruscan minds
Or the springing from cages
Of criminals and lions
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